"A High-Rank Cleric is stationed at every city gate. She'll be able to tell that I'm speaking the truth and let us into the city..."
"But it's been almost twenty minutes now, Tristana," Klauthsura challenged, floating in midair. "No indicator lights, no notification sounds, no one coming out to meet us. Is Drow society really this inefficient, or are you simply not as important as you claim?"
"Shut your mouth, you brain-eating bastard!" The Drow Priestess shot Klauthsura a vicious glare. "Where do you think you are? Keep quiet!"
Tristana glanced at Renato, who stood silently to one side, leaning on his sword, then softened her tone and spoke quietly:
"Don't worry, Renato. Once I get back to the family compound, I'll ask my mother right away to put you in touch with an Archmage who can send you back to the surface..."
Renato couldn't relax. Not for any other reason, but because he sensed an unusual foreboding from behind the tightly closed gates.
He hadn't heard a sound or caught a scent. It was something more direct, an intuition that felt almost instinctive.
Someone wanted to kill him.
Renato was certain he hadn't developed some sort of mental disorder. Since his Wisdom had risen to 17 a few days earlier, coupled with his newly acquired Dragonkind Senses, his ability to sense others' killing intent had suddenly become so keen that it was almost precognition.
For instance, when Phase Spiders had attacked them on the road earlier, neither Tristana nor Klauthsura had been able to detect the monsters as they shifted between planes. Renato, however, had sensed the spiders' killing intent accurately enough to give advance warning.
This time, though, he wasn't quite sure. They were right outside the gates of a Drow city. According to Tristana, a High-Rank Cleric